Chapter Fourteen: The Demon Dragon

  "Not bad." Su Bai nodded and said, "I underestimated you."

  Ling Sheng panted and slowly pulled out the awkward-looking divine sword, gritting his teeth in pain, with sweat dripping from his forehead like rain. Upon hearing this, he said: "As it turns out, I owe you one, Su Bai. Last time, I borrowed the spiritual medicine that was sent to you, saving me years of hard work. Now, borrowing the aura of your divine sword has allowed me to break through my Qi. It seems that you, Su Bai, are indeed the lucky star of my life, Ling Sheng."

  "I didn't think I'd stoop to killing you, but since you've achieved spiritual energy cultivation, it won't tarnish my reputation either." Su Bai suddenly smiled.

  Ling Sheng's heart had already sensed something was amiss, and he suddenly felt a jolt.

  Su Bai's mind and meridians were severely damaged, and with such injuries, even Yun Guai True Person would only have one way to die. Although cultivators' lives are vigorous and won't immediately perish, they also wouldn't be as unaffected as Su Bai seemed.

  "My one sword, clearly pierced through your heart and arteries." Ling Sheng's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, secretly accumulating momentum, mobilizing the breath of the White Gold Sword Dan, transforming it into sword energy.

  "Not bad, it indeed pierced through my heart and entered the rocky wall behind me, it can be said that I was thoroughly penetrated." Su Bai stretched out his hand and gently stroked his chest twice, with a calm expression.

  This doesn't seem like the appearance of someone who is about to die. Ling Sheng secretly furrowed his brow, but didn't hesitate any longer, and a golden yellow color suddenly appeared on his hand, with sword energy accumulating and waiting to be released.

  Su Bai casually took a shot, sucking the immortal sword on the ground into his hand. He said calmly, "The primordial ancestral energy on the sword has been completely absorbed by you. It seems that you are also a person with secrets. Ordinary people who practice flying swords and immortal swords rely solely on their innate primordial ancestral energy. When the sword is present, the person is present; when the sword is damaged, the person is injured. If the primordial ancestral energy is lost, the cultivator will undoubtedly die."

  He slightly raised his head, a sneer on his face: "What, you think that by swallowing my one move of chaotic yuan qi, you can take my life?"

  Ling Sheng didn't answer, his finger pointed, and suddenly a sword aura burst into the air, its edge like gold, sharp energy pressing down on people.

  Suddenly a white light appeared on Su Bai's hand, and the white light was vast and boundless, like a mist.

  The sword energy disappeared into the white mist, and there was no longer any sound.

  It was as if a fierce punch had been thrown, but it landed on the cotton padding, causing Ling Sheng's chest to feel suffocated. He lifted his head and saw that his opponent still had that usual calm and detached gaze, looking down at him with an air of superiority.

  High above, looking down on the world as ants. Transcending the mundane, like a dust-world hermit, Su Bai is just such a mindset.

  Su Bai said faintly: "You swallowed my Hunyuan ancestral energy, you still have to spit it out for me."

  As soon as he finished speaking, the cave solidified and became sticky like a muddy swamp, making it difficult to move.

  A vast expanse of grey mist spread out, layer upon layer condensing and churning like a thick cloud cover, as if a malevolent dragon was stirring up the clouds in the sky, ceaselessly rolling and tumbling.

  Ling Sheng's face changed dramatically, and he could only say that Su Bai's methods were extraordinary. However, when he looked at Su Bai, he saw that the other party was also equally perplexed.

  Su Bai exerted himself to rotate the chaotic yuan ancestral energy, his whole body radiating a brilliant white light. His heart was filled with shock and fear, but when he saw Ling Sheng staring straight at him from behind, there seemed to be a hint of astonishment in his eyes. He slowly turned his head around, and his breathing couldn't help but slightly stagnate.

  In the midst of thick gray fog, there were two crimson lights, about the size of a millstone, emitting a bloody smell and a bright red glow. At the same time, a bloody odor spread from the cave, extremely strong, making one want to vomit.

  Ahhhhh!!!!!

  The entire cave was shaking violently, small rocks were falling off everywhere, the sound waves turned into huge waves, pushing away countless mist and smoke, also making people's heads dizzy as if they had been heavily hit.

  Ling Sheng suddenly leapt back, and the wound was torn open instantly, but he seemed to be unaware of it, staring forward with his pupils suddenly shrinking.

  A gigantic skull emerged from the gray fog, as big as a house, with eyes as large as millstones, scarlet and ferocious, sharp fangs, and a pungent smell that hit the nose.

  At first glance, it was a snake head.

  Kě Língshèng's eyesight is relatively sharp and can see the two finger-sized sharp corners on top of the snake's head.

  A snake is born with horns, which is an omen of a dragon's transformation.

  This dragon hidden deep in the cave, at the bottom of the abyss, opened its mouth and rushed towards Su Bai to bite him.

  A dragon head as big as a house turned its head and bit down, with a mouth as wide open as its head, and a fishy smell hit the nose.

  Su Bai was immediately bitten and held in place, with everything below his chest and abdomen inside the dragon's mouth, leaving only his head exposed outside.

  However, Su Bai's face remained calm and unruffled.

  A silver-white glow rippled across Su Bai's body like a wave, ethereal as air, yet it firmly blocked the bloody maw and pressed against those razor-sharp fangs, rendering them unable to harm his body in the slightest.

  The scarlet dragon's eyes flashed with a fierce light, its huge mouth tightly clenched, yet it let out a low, muffled growl that shook the cave and vented its rage. At the same time, the strength in its sharp teeth seemed to surge even more violently.

  Ling Sheng retreated quietly, thinking to himself: "Su Bai may be an extraordinary person, but this hidden dragon in the depths of the cave is also not to be underestimated. It's best if it swallows Su Bai and returns to the depths of the abyss, then everyone will be happy."

  Just then, Ling Sheng glanced at Su Bai's slightly gloomy face and still couldn't find any trace of panic. He thought to himself: "Su Bai is probably hiding something up his sleeve. But no matter who lives or dies between this man and monster, I'm afraid it won't end well for me. I'd better leave first and think about it later."

  Just then, Su Bai's face sank and he let out a low hum. A white light suddenly surged forth, actually forcing the dragon's maw open.

  Ling Sheng was extremely puzzled in his heart. Su Bai's main cultivation was the Ben Ming Xian Jian (Life-Controlling Sword). Logically speaking, if the sword were to be destroyed, even if Su Bai himself didn't die, his cultivation would still be completely ruined and his Dao would be severely damaged. Yet, Su Bai seemed to be perfectly fine, as if he hadn't been affected in the slightest.

  If it weren't for this monster dragon intervening, Ling Sheng and Su Bai would have seen who won or lost, who lived or died, but the outcome was still uncertain.

  It is now extremely clear.

  Su Bai's entire body shone with a brilliant white light, his mouth murmuring incantations as he formed hand seals. Wherever he went and whatever he learned far surpassed ordinary people. The magic he was casting in this state was certainly extraordinary.

  It's just...

  Hmph!

  Ling Sheng shot out a golden light from his index finger, dazzling everyone's eyes, and in an instant, it pierced Su Bai's side waist.

  Su Bai suffered a sword energy strike and, due to his spell being interrupted, was hit by backlash. His face turned deathly pale and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

  The dragon's eyes snapped open, its gaze blazing with fury.

  It must have been Ling Sheng's sword energy that pierced through Su Bai and then injured the dragon's internal organs.

  BOOM!!!!!

  The dragon's wrath was stirred, and a thick fog rolled in, as if the seas were being turned upside down. Rocks tumbled from the ceiling of the cave, and cracks split open on the walls, dense as a spider's web.

  Ling Sheng didn't stay any longer, covering his wound, he quickly left.

  Having run far away, Ling Sheng looked back and saw a giant claw stretching out of the gray mist, with scales on it, sharp and pointed.

  The giant claw did not attack Ling Sheng, but instead took Su Bai's exposed head and slapped it into the dragon's mouth.

  Su Bai finally changed color.

  Ling Sheng let out a sigh of relief, seeing Su Bai being slapped into the dragon's mouth, and turned around to leave.

  However, Su Bai's eyes were still deeply imprinted in Ling Sheng's heart.

  What's with that look?

  Frosty, murderous, gloomy, furious...

  At this moment, Su Bai's eyes no longer looked at Ling Sheng with disdain or disregard. But that gaze was complex in every way, yet without a hint of despair.

  Ke Su Bai was swallowed into the dragon's mouth, and there was no reason for him to escape alive.

  Ling Sheng sensed a small hole in his dantian where the sword dan had burst open, and suddenly revealed a smile as he sprinted towards the bright exit ahead.

  The road ahead is bright and the world is vast.